Some people are so fond of ill-luck that they run half-way to meet it.

Some people are so fond of ill luck that they run halfway to meet it.

We love peace, but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man, than war is destructive to his body. Chains are worse than bayonets.

That fellow would vulgarize the day of judgment

Sir, you are like a pin, but without either its head or its point.

In this world truth can wait; she's used to it.